day 33
Friday. Can't actually remember much about what happened in daytime. The evening started before we could actually start it ourselves, with an overcrowded opening of some pink in pink exhibition at the CSW. A lot of high-tuned chicks - in pink of course. After that concert of this crazy sylesian Pavarotti-Syntetik guy @ Aurora. Everybody was there, we were late, so no way to get through to the stage. Went over to the club next door where facepainted guys Miguel and the Living Dead rocked the punk-lovers crowd. Wooow ! Location change after having listened to Niski's weird storys about Pighead's singer Blitz who apparently once got a 40-year-old Ma' to rollerblade on stage with a huge candle stuck up her ass. Landed at some location right next to the Sheraton Hotel for a Davidoff sponsored house party. Tuning and drinks for free. The climax came with the DJ shouting out loud to his crowd: "WARSAW YOU'RE THE BEST!"
Unfortunately, we didn't tape that. But yes, Warsaw rocks. Just like Texas I guess.